Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time.
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03 February 2007

every down is an up

the sun today deceives and we know thatthe wind will tear our very souls to shredsbut still it does not enter our hard headsto remain confined in our warm cosy flatbut we've got work to do and there's no catto keep us pinned down snugly in our bedswe must take up again the silver threadsand do our duty without playing the bratand yet the leaves on every evergreenblown by the breeze are signals of a hopewe know we're going to find the thing that's oursand that we will discover that we've beenascending with firm tread the final slopethere's nothing here that's set beyond our powers